You drew people a lot. Jake was well aware of this. He's seen you on the train or bus, sketching random people you found beautiful. He found you very talented, how quickly you drew the people.

For some reason, he didn't really stop to think that you might've drawn him too. Probably because he never actually saw you do it. And he just never thought about it.

Until today. You were stuck in bed, sick. Of course, you decided to draw. You asked him to go find a notebook in your art room, down the hall of your guy's apartment.

He listened and left the bedroom, entering your art room. He went through some of the books to find the one you wanted. And he found one marked with his name. Out of curiosity, he opened it.

It was just drawings of him.